My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Cody, who saw Finnegan's consciousness restored, could do nothing. He left the room with Harold, feeling sorry for himself. Various explanations would be fine after a little more calm.

That's why Cody, back in the living room, exhaled loudly as she sat in the chair. Harold has thrown words at him like that.

"Are you satisfied with this?

"Oh... if it's true, I wanted to do it without bothering Harold"

I resent your lack of strength.

"Absolutely. Sorry...... and thank you so much"

Deeply bow your head. The same goes for having Finnegan help, and most importantly, if you use that sword, it erodes your life. Cody wanted to do something on his own because he was aware of it. Even if it didn't work, you shouldn't rely on Harold.

(Tossed Harold round after all. Impudent or sucks......)

As an elderly person - what a preaching seniority doesn't suit Cody's skin. Still, at the very least, there must have been a muscle to put through. I absolutely had to stop Harold to do that.

But when Harold picked up the sword he had removed, and when he tried to help Finnegan, Cody became sweet.

to Harold's strength and kindness. Above all, to your own weakness.

"It's not like I'm thanking you. Well, if you're feeling grateful for it, I'll use it like a limb in the future."

"Ha... please be gentle"

Don't be hostile, I think. That is not about simple strength weakness.

Seeing Cody uncommonly fall into self-loathing from the bottom of his heart, I was encouraged by Harold's words. This really isn't something I've figured out which one is older.

I've been an adult man since I first met him, but now that I'm old enough to call him a young man, I even make him feel pierced and a kind of charisma. Line up for Vincent, maybe more Yingjie. Cody sighs in his heart that he is an out of standard man to make.

"Come on, let's get some rest."

The time is already late at night.

It's not realistic to look for an inn now, and it's strange to leave the house on your own because you have to explain how it depends on what happens when the sun rises in the first place.

"The couch is for you, the man of merit. I can sleep on the floor in this chair or whatever."

I stretch my back as I bite my yawn to death. Drowsiness...... or fatigue is terrible.

I'm confident in my professional physical and mental strength, but it seems like I've been uprooted by just holding that sword a little bit. I'm relieved to think that that might be the feeling of life being cut off.

And I also learned some kind of fear in Harold, who uses it with a flat face. I was wondering if life would be cut off if you weren't afraid of death that you would be waiting for ahead.

Regardless, even Cody didn't say such insensitive things.

"Oh, could it be the kind of thing you can't sleep on the couch or something? If I say so, that's it, but you're noble, too."

Tell you what, Harold doesn't seem like such a soft guy. It seems possible to stay standing or even sleep in the dark woods.

... or why is it silent from earlier? I miss ignoring you, and as I turned to Harold, he was staring at the letter to feed on where he had taken it from.

I'm also hesitant to speak up about that crap. While doing so, Harold turned back his heel as he rambled the letter into his nostalgia.

"It's urgent. Return."

"I'm going home now?

"You should explain it to them. But don't talk too much."

"That's all right. Anything to tell you?

"... and then live on your own. Tell him so."

Say no or stop. Soon Harold popped out. The remaining Cody can only be dismayed.

Well, I don't know the details, but he's a busy man, so I can't help but rush him. I don't mind being entrusted with explanations. It's just that now there's no one to thank for curing Finnegan.

I was accidentally called from behind when I was worried about what was going on for a while.

"Mr. Cody."

"Whoa, Sarah. I'm sorry I woke you up."

Standing there was Sarah dressed in a sleeping roll.

They've made it a little too noisy. It was Cody who figured I should explain the situation here and now, but Sarah opened her mouth faster than she could give me that answer.

"Thank you. You have one more role to play."

"... Sarah?

Something's wrong. That's not just about unmeshing conversations or how Sarah looks as if she's supposed to be looking at the void.

discomfort as if a more fundamental part were crazy.

But I don't know what that is. Thoughts turn empty as if the brain refuses to think.

Sarah slowly packs the distance one step at a time. Obviously not in normal condition, but Cody's body can't move as he's shot out by the empty eyes peeking in.

(Empty, color...? No, I'm sure Sarah's eye color is......)

Cody's vision is blocked sooner than he remembers it. The identity is Sarah's little palm.

I could understand that my eyes were covered by trying to grasp the temples with a soft feel. Still, my body remained stiff.

"What..."

Cody's vision dims without even being able to ask.

"You will also be a test for him."

The voice that reached Cody's ear when his consciousness broke was uncertain that it was neither Sarah's nor that of an adult male.

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My breath rises. That was the proof left that Harold was doing everything he could.

Still, I won't stop that leg.

The sun is already rising high in the sky. Nothing's going well with all the unforeseen things going on here. I can't seem to be sarcastic about blue skies like the one you put on Harold.

The situation was so oppressive now that thoughts were pulled in such a negative direction.

(Why are you already stepping into Harrison's mansion!

There are certainly events in the Harrison Mansion where a liner becomes a battle to regain his sword. But from Harold, who knows what's going on over there through "Frieri," starting with Elle, it's such a sudden development that I wonder if he skipped a couple of intermediate events.

I doubted that eye when I glanced at the letter for emergency contact that had been delivered to Finnegan's house at some point.

I was basically tailing the liners to observe their behavior so they wouldn't be noticed, and I just kept telling them to call me if there was any movement, as I was going to be able to suspicion anything strange about what was going to happen next to Elle. I tell them that the events that are likely to be the key points are only predictions, and I tell them to reward them first and foremost when they are likely to be.

That's why we got an emergency call, but that's all we can't even know why we're expanding so fast. It would be quickest if I spoke to Elle, but I even wasted time doing that.

"That's it...!

After hours of flying out of Finnegan's house and running faster than a horse, I finally saw the building I was looking for.

The location is a medium-sized city dotted around the Wang capital. One of them was a mansion about the size of a small castle. If it's the original, the battle should start on the rooftop of the top floor.

Then, and Harold kicks up the brick building wall and leaps out onto the roof, he runs straight to the Harrison Mansion for roofing without slowing down. Spacing is empty because of roads and so on everywhere, but Harold's bouncing power, such as gaps to that extent, is not an issue. It would be annoying to the building's residents, but they approach the mansion with top speed maintained.

If it was true, I would have infiltrated that mansion sparingly.

The hypothesis I came up with in Fincent's hospital room. Wentus and Lilium's emotions if that's right - I thought I might be able to get my self back. And Cody's suggestion that he had interrupted there was to treat those two and the man who might be in close symptoms.

Harold, who thought Wentus and Lillium might also be able to help if this went well, stepped in to hear Cody's wish that there would be a temporal respite even when combined with how the event progressed at that time.

The result can be described as a great success. Thanks to this, the formula that can help the two of us has also grown. It is also this situation that I thought so.

"Shit......!

Unexpectedly one of the evils speaks out.

If the information contained in that letter were true, it would be about the time the fighting had already begun in the mansion. I don't know in case the liners lose, but on the contrary, I don't know what will happen to those two.

The game rebels against Harrison after losing the fight, but it hasn't been touched on in any way since. It can also mean reclaiming the emotions and egos that were repressed, but either Lilium or Wentus are cut to death by Harrison, who had a seizure when he lost. Though that scene may have simply given orders for Justus to kill Harrison in some way in the first place.

If so, they have no way of salvation unless Harold does something about it.

(I have to carry a life other than my own again......!

In retrospect, he managed to avoid Clara's death before grasping the absurd situation of possession of the game's characters, and in the Bertis Forest he also kept the lives of the Smeraggi family's private soldiers without being able to abandon the Sids. And the other day, I just managed to capture Fincent in brainwashing alive, and if things were a little different, but Finnegan was also left alone, he could have died in the near future.

Every time I feel the weight of my life other than myself, my inner, fearless and unhurried emotions whirl at me to give this a break anymore, but this world pushes me to make a choice for life as if I were to mock Harold like that.

Maybe that's all that the existence of "Harold Stokes” means is hated by this world.

But no matter how difficult it may be, the world's greatest hater, even if the modifying power is trying to make Harold Stokes' death certain, it still doesn't only brace his will to survive. Avoid the death flag and say to this world, "Get lost! Let me tell you something.

And to spit that word out of the bottom of your belly, the first thing you need to do is -!

A metal sound called Giggin echoes in the sky. He took the slaughter of two girls with two swords with such heavy impact that he did not think they had been crept out of that fine arm. Situationally, the timing of a crisis hair.

"... Harold, dear?

Erica glances at Harold, who literally jumped into the roof of a four-story building and broke into it. I also feel like I have a heartless or lifeless look, but it is Lilium first. He pulled his arm from the state where he received the bay knife and poked the dovetail with a sword pattern.

A blow that is rough but does not damage itself. But thanks to the magic I had put in by the time I got here, Lilium collapses in an instant. Hold your luxurious body and let it lie on a bench that is not ice-soaked.

Next, he similarly pressed his sword against Wentos in an ice-bound state. This one soon lost consciousness, too, so I destroy the ice I was holding and carry him to the bench again. Harold was first relieved that he was probably helped by this.

In the meantime, the only thing that kept his mouth open was Harrison, who was aroused by the pitiful outfit of being ice pickled on his legs or crawling on all fours, and the liners watched the sight in front of him as bewildered. In the meantime, Harrison was confused, so he untied the ice restraint, forcing his fist into his abdomen to keep flowing and shut his mouth.

That's how I finally turn to the liners.

Harold doesn't know what they're looking at themselves right now. Are you simply surprised or confused by a sudden intrusion? Whatever it is, the words you throw at them here will be very important. Because if you do poorly, you might be splitting Harold's life and death.

Harold opened his mouth after understanding it well with his head.

- No. It's open.

"You have no right to move on from here. If you refuse, you need to slash him down."

The word is one of three Harold wars in the original.

It was a line to be emitted during the first battle to be remembered.